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Robb Elementary School, After
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Irony of welcome
We know this
You are welcome now
Not your guns
Not your murderous intent
You may have a troubled mind
And still come in
There are counselors
In school and life
But really you should come here
For a reason
That not only fits the mission
But also the constituency
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Parents of our learners
Patrons of
Our special programs
Library volunteers
Or other signed-up, cleared
Helpers
We want our school
To be good
We want to welcome you
Bienvenidos
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C L Couch
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Outside, underneath the name Robb Elementary School, there is a greeting, Bienvenidos. Welcome to our school.
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Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash
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clcouch123 
May 30, 2022 at 6:45 pm
This poem is very timely.
May 30, 2022 at 7:07 pm
Thanks. Maybe because I was or am a teacher, I keep thinking about the school–the victims and the community.
May 31, 2022 at 2:14 pm
I worked in a small campus police office for seventeen years. Active shooters were always a part of the daily conversation.
May 31, 2022 at 10:03 pm
That sounds like an important and difficult experience.